So I rejoice and am glad. Even my body has hope,
God, my heart is steady. I will sing and praise you with all my being.
I will sing to you and not be silent. Lord, my God, I will praise you forever.
Wake up, my soul. Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake up the dawn.
The wicked are ruined by their own evil, but those who do right are protected even in death.
Your people have died, but they will live again; their bodies will rise from death. You who lie in the ground, wake up and be happy! The dew covering you is like the dew of a new day; the ground will give birth to the dead.
“As for you, Daniel, go your way until the end. You will get your rest, and at the end you will rise to receive your reward.”
So I am glad, and I rejoice. Even my body has hope,
